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Sunday, August 5, 2012

Morgan Hannah MacDonald Share SPIRITS IN THE TREES

Morgan Hannah MacDonald writes Romantic Thrillers that are NOT for the faint of heart. She has always been interested in writing and serial killers, but it wasn’t until she found she had dated one herself that a true writer was born. She belongs to Romance Writers of America, the San Diego Chapter, as well as the Kiss of Death Chapter. She resides in San Diego, California where she is busy working on her next novel.

SOME FAMILY SECRETS ARE BETTER LEFT BURIED.

An abandoned house, a psychotic killer, and a victim reaching out from the grave. A woman must unearth deadly family secrets before she becomes a ghost herself.

Madeline Anderson goes to Isabelle Island, Washington, to sell a family home abandoned over forty years before. Bizarre things occur the moment she steps on the property. Inside the dilapidated old house, items move about of their own accord. Strange noises come from empty rooms. She has a vivid, recurring dream of a woman running for her life. The wind rustling through the trees sounds like urgent, murmuring voices. When the cacophony dies down, one single word emerges:

MADELINE, MADELINE, MADELINE.

At first, Doug Lindstrom, the hot fireman helping Maddy restore the old home, doesn't believe anything is going on. He’s certain Maddy is jumping at shadows because she heard the local kids call the house haunted. That is, until he witnesses horrific violence himself that he can't explain away. After Maddy’s life is threatened not once, but twice, Doug vows there will not be a third time.

EVIL DOES EXIST.

While searching for answers, Maddy uncovers astonishing secrets about her aunt's past. Finding more questions then answers, she digs deeper until she stumbles across evidence of a cold case involving a serial killer nicknamed The Seaside Strangler. Together, Doug and Maddy must unmask a killer. The lives they save just might be their own.

Excerpt

“And your brilliant idea would be?” Maddy asked, smiling.

Angie got off the floor, sat on the ottoman across from her and leaned over clasping her hands. “We’re going to have a séance, ask the spirits why they’re here.”

Maddy jerked her hands back. “No way, you have no idea how scary this is. Believe me.”

“Exactly. I’ve always wanted to see a ghost, now here’s my chance!” Angie tried to grab her hands again, but Maddy held them out of her reach.

“No, you don’t understand, this is not a game.”

“Don’t be silly, I’ve seen this done on TV hundreds of times.”

“This could be dangerous, something could go wrong. When I was a kid I remember hearing stories of people conjuring up ghosts with the Ouija board. Ghosts that killed and maimed!”

“Those are just urban legends. Besides, we already have the ghosts, and we’re not using a Ouija board.” Insistently she shook her open hands at Maddy and waited for her to comply.

Maddy stared at her new friend a moment. “I don’t know, Ang, what did you say about malevolent beings?”

“Those are rare. Besides, if you had one of those, you would be dead already. Now shush and give me your hands.”

“Great, I feel so much better.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Reluctantly Maddy relinquished her hands.

“Okay, close your eyes and I’ll do the rest.”

Angie was quiet a moment, then said, “We are addressing the spirits that live in this house, tell us why you are here.”

The women sat in silence, waiting.

Maddy squinted with one eye. “It’s not working, maybe we should give up.” She pulled her hands back.

“Shh!” Angie opened her eyes and snatched Maddy’s hands back impatiently. “We are addressing the spirits that live in this house. Show us a sign!” Angie spoke a little louder this time.

Again, nothing. The women sat in silence looking around the room, then at each other.

Suddenly the fire in the hearth flared up twice its size, reaching out toward them, knocking the screen down with its force. They screamed and jumped out of the way. A door slammed upstairs, then another. Doors all over the house slammed one at a time.

Maddy swallowed hard. “Ang,” she whispered.

“Shh,” When all was silent again, Angie yelled at the ceiling. “Tell us why you are here?”

“Angie, please. Don’t make them mad!” Maddy pleaded in a hushed tone while she held tight to her friend’s arm.

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